beneath the willow

---

the balcony overlooks the weeping willow

as it placidly awaits the wind to chill its leaves to rest

and under the thick guise, you may find the fruit

round and full

-

still as gently kissed as a contented lover.

---

in the silence of the night

I no longer see the brown tints

or Ophelia sorrow brimming the surface;

the fallen clutches of branches

and the outstretched roots

-

softly drinks from the stream.

---

in the moon’s majesty

our meeting of coagulated passion

does not thwart the lullaby of guitars and violins;

if you helped me to grasp a ripe fruit

-

I place it grateful between my teeth to kiss the juice.

---

you told me you grew these in her memory

I wonder if it is her that you remember nights

of insomnia bouts & false security statements

the August night told me to not give up

-

so I suckle on the fruit to keep from hurting.

---

author's note: if you are inspired by this poem. comment and send me the link of your poem.